My eyes strayed from the meeting
to the window, saw a fox slip
through a fence - and I was outside
with her, darting, all alive, all sense.
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Mostly composed on the 07:33 to Finchley Road, then hastily typed up at work. Apart from the ones written surreptitiously in boring meetings or on the way home.
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